Rules for my dog

Posted on November 14, 2007 by Yasemin.
Categories: BathTimePoems.

Don’t sit under my chair

 When I’m eating my dinner

Don’t lick my knees  

its  horrible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

                                                                                                                                

 

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bath time

Posted on November 13, 2007 by 5B.
Categories: BathTimePoems.

i jump in splash the walls by accident cars stoping squekinghow i love bath time making poshions with shampoogo under the water evrything sounds echooehop out dry my hairthen snuggle up in my big towl

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Get up

Posted on November 6, 2007 by 5B.
Categories: BathTimePoems.

Its time for breakfast
get out of bed
get up know you sleepy head

Dont shout and make a fuss
just get your backside on that bus

When you come home tirerd and floopy
dont be messy and dont be stroppy!

cerian

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Getting To Mundesley Church

Posted on November 2, 2007 by Emma.
Categories: JourneyToChurch.

It was 9:00 on a Friday morning and we all ran straight into school, we got the register over and done with, and then we all had to wait patiently on the playground. everyone was asking the teachers “What are we doing?” All the teachers said “You’ll find out! You’ll find out!”

And we did. Suddenly a huge dragon came swooping down, everyone had to squash on. We all had to shout “Please can we go to Mundesley church?”

Unluckily the dragon misunderstood so he took us all the way to Madrid church, but it was closed so we had a party, stayed there for a week. Then we flew back to Mundesley on a private jet.

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choclate

Posted on by 5B.
Categories: BathTimePoems.

you can have nice choclate
nutty choclate
crunchy choclate
dark choclate
you can have lots and lots of choclate

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Bath time

Posted on November 1, 2007 by 5B.
Categories: BathTimePoems.

Woosh plip plop
tip tap hiss
mm steam
wash basket lid
bang!
oo crackling bubbles
in I nip
my head goes under
its echoe
I grab the soap
it slithers out of my hand
like a like a snake plop
and then out I hop
into a warm snuggly towel.

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To the Church by underground

Posted on October 20, 2007 by Mr Ball.
Categories: JourneyToChurch.

There was a strange rumbling sound from beneath the floor. Then silence. All of sudden there was a tweek and then a tear in the floor. Small at first, but gradually larger and finally a small twitching red nose appeared through the floor. A shower of rocks, mud and other debris followed and after that a mole appeared.
The floor then seemed to sink into a crater! Soon it was obvious there was a large underground tunnel opening under the classroom floor. ‘Hey! A way out!’ they all cried. But all of a sudden the mouth of the tunnel enlarged by a factor of one hundred and fifty-seven and a giant mole head emerged.”Your transport has arrived to take you to the Church.” said a deep gravelly voice. His whole black, furry body had by now appeared, soon to be followed by fifteen other huge moles complete with 10 tiny saddles carefully strapped to their backs. Just enough for the whole school. Clearly we were going by underground today.
Mr Ball

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Bathtime rules

Posted on by 5B.
Categories: BathTimePoems.

Water first,
Get undressed,
Dirty clothes in the basket,
Turn taps off,
Now get in,
Bubbles next,
Move them around,
Shampoo next,
Rub it in your hair,
Then conditioner
if you like,
Rinsing time, 
Now push the toys in,
Now play, play, play.
Laura

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The trip to the church

Posted on October 19, 2007 by 5B.
Categories: JourneyToChurch.

The trip to the church was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me because  the thinnest great  glass elevator turned up and we went to the church in it. It made me feel very very sick because it kept spinning around and around and around. We were squashed in the thing and once and only once it made me and all the other children stand on our heads!
Laura

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Quietness

Posted on by 5B.
Categories: BathTimePoems.

It was so quiet
I could hear
The heat coming
From the radiator  

It was so quiet 
I could hear
My fingers wriggling
Up and down

It was so quiet
I could hear
A cloud moving
Across the sky

It was so quiet
I could hear
The moon rising
At night

It was so quiet
I could hear
My heart
Beating

It was so quiet
I could hear
My tooth
wobbling

It was so quiet
I could hear
My brain
thinking

It was so quiet
I could hear
someone breathing
Next door

Laura 

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